Great Day for a Murder Plan B (UK)

[Intro]
It was an ordinary day
People walking all over me again
Then suddenly to my dismay
Out of nowhere, my heart started talking to my brain
What a great day for a murder
But I'm not in a killing mood
What a great day to wreak vengeance
But I know it would do no good

[Verse 1]
What a great day to go and get a gun
Go and take your anger out on everyone
If you're out of ammunition, go and buy the Sun
And read up on all the council-housed and violent scum
Still pissing tax payers money up the Wall
While you can barely just about afford to send your kids to school
What with the cost of living been so sky high
And petrol stations selling gas at such a high price
With that in mind, and your heads in such a next place
What more excuse you need to turn into a head case
And the newspapers you read get you in such a vexed state
Kill a man with your bare hands, even if it was your best mate
Cause if you believe every word the press says
Till you you can't appreciate the pair of tits staring at you on the next page
Then yes I guess today must really be the best day
To go and get a gun, shoot someone in the head, mate